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VOUM VI.LAE PROVIDENCE, EASTI CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAYU S: ip:~-·,.I·~. 1·~l-~;?, ?
I saw a ed of rlh, green elover grow
Its biessoms honey-laden for the bee;
And turning to the owner who stood by.
I asked what time the harvesting would be.
Twifl net be gathered In." "How thear" I
* ave you no recompense for all your toil?"
The rmersmniled; he was more wise than I:
' Iplow it under to enrich the soit"
And all at oene I seemed to see more lear
Somr things that I had tried to comprehesd:
hes not the heart, biko that broad field, its
That never Seem to reach their destined end?
Its early dreams that perish unfulfilled?
Its youthful hopes that vanish ere their
Its fload sctions and its tender love.
Borne down before their perfect blossom
I mined on these, and as I turned my feet
Back to the city with its swift turmoil
I smiled and said in tranquil, sweet content:
' God plows them under to enrich the solt."
-Kate T. Goode, in N. Y. Observer.
A REPORTER'S "STORY."
How George Stanton Made a Dis
oovery in Newspaper Work.
"Write for the Times! Do you Imag
ine you went to college for that? You
"Bave you ever given me the chance?"
"No. But I know you couldn't. I
daresay you've been counting on doing
this, eh?" The younger man bowed.
"And have been laying in a stock of
flowing rhetoric and fine-spun the
ories," the older continued. "Humphi
The Times wouldn't pay in a month's
time if we fed the public on stuff of
that sort. What it wants is food of an
"What's to prevent my providing it
as well as the other writers on the
staff? Is my college education to be a
drawback to me? If it is-"
The 'sentence was left unfinished,
and the elder man silently returned to
his work of glancing over some copy
spread out on the desk before him.
When he had finished the last page, he
turned to the first and wrote "m. g."
across the top.
"What does that mean?" George
"Those letters stand for 'must go'"
"Then whatever bears them goes?'
His uncle surveyed him with a grim
smile lighting his face.
"It's apt to," he said, dryly.
"Then anything I might write would
be printed, regardless of its merit, If
you so marked it?"
"Certainly. But you must remem
ber that an uncle indulgent to faults,
and the proprietor of this paper-a suc
cessful business enterprise-are two
"Which you bear, I understand. But
surely literary merit cuts some figure?'
"Um-if the name of the writer who
possesses it is well known, it doe."
The elder man shook his head em
phatically. "I've no use for 'em."
"Why, that makes out the newspaper
of to-day a money-making machine of
the lowest order," George Stadton ex
claimed, indignantly. "The brains of
the concern are subservient to the
There was a pause, during which the
younger man tipped back his chair
against the wall and gazed abstracted
ly at the ceiling. At length he brought
the legs of the chair to the floor with
-"I still maintain that it isn't fair
that I shouldn't be given a trial," he
"I suppose you've got a batch of
manuscripts all ready to fire at ma"
The nephew's face flushed. "I thought
so. Well, I don't want 'em., Now see
bere, what this paper wants isn't
rhetoric, it isn't eloquence, it isn't
philosophy, it isn't literary merit, as
you call it-it's just life-plain, every
day life. I wouldn't publish the most
beautiful flight of fancy that was ever
written-I've no use for that sort. But
life-things near, local, personal-give
me those. If you keep your eyes and
ears open, you'll find more tragedy in
one block of San Francisco than in the
whole of Shakespeare"
"Then you give me the chance?"
Frederick Stanton hesitated. "It's
open to you the same as it is to all,"
he replied, indifferently; "Jyou would
be paid for space-work at our regular
rates, providing we accepted it Mind
you, I don't say I'll take what you
"But if it suitaspyou'll 'm. g.' it?"
"If it suits." the other repeated, a
Little sareastically, with a movement
which closed the interview.
A week later the young man again
presented himself in his unele's private
"I've followed your advice, Unle
Fred, and taken life for my subject."
Be threw himself into a chair and gave
a twist to his head in the direction of
the inner door. It was slightly ajar,
and he rose and "shut it before he re
soumed. "You see, what you said about
.the tragedies of life-and, of course. I
inferred that you meant the eomedies
as well-being right munder our noses,
as it were, set me to thinkling. Mean
time. I have fournd out the true mean
lag of your tysiie letters. Whatever
bears them maf go in the columns of
the axt aissue, regardless of tisme,
space or other consideration. They are
so potent as to require no explanation,
no suggestions from the yldsrof pub
lie opinion who preside in the editorial
den Whatever an editor may receive
from a proprietor initialed 'm. g.' will
be printed, emven i it be the death-wanr
rant of the entire staff"
"Is thisl a lecture on the depravity of
the press in eerti, or my own paper
"Nett tis to let yeoa aw that
1 bm~e es frtbher e· lihteae s e
we last dised this. abjes Inrw
udeestad what exista a a mLighty
eber i the magesest of a new
. and I a wsantyato put i m the
atdr tLh." Be olsed some sheemo
*slyJ wtltea paper as the desk in
something spicy and realistic enough
to suit even yout"
"I told you that if you wrote any
thing fit to set up type for, it would be
judgrd .impartially and paid for at the
"It isn't the pay so tntch," George
Stanton replied, contemptuously.
"Want to see yourself In print. I sup
pose Well, let's see what you've pro
duced." fie took up the sheets before
him and began to read them. When he
had finished he turned to his nephew
in sprprisa His eye beamed with the
delight begotten of "scoops."
"Well, my boy, that's a corker!" he
said, heartily. "Where did you get it?"
"Listened and heard some old gossips
tell it, as you told me to do, All I
know is, that it's the escapade of a
woman high in 'local social circles,'
just as I've said."
"Escapade, well I should think so,
and she saves her reputation by having
a midnight supper charged to Mrs
II--, who ki not in a position to ob
"Of course I had to exaggerate it a
trifle-touch up the high lights, you
"And darken the shadows. Well,
that's what we want, and you've hit it
the 9rst time. Only if we could give
the name of the woman who did it, or
those of her relatives, it would be
stronger. Don't know it, eh?"'
"Well, the name of the woman she
personated is enough for one scoop, and
we've got that. Perhaps others may
know it, and it'll set 'em to talking."
He took up his blue pencil and wrote
"m. g." at the top of the page. "Per
haps you'll make a newspaper man
after all, is spite of your college educa
George Stanton seized the manuscript
and hurried off with it to the editorial
den, where be deposited it gleefully
upon the top of a pile of papers on the
editor's desk. After that, dinner, the
theater, supper, followed in succession,
and at midnight he tried to possess
himself with patience to await the ar
rival of the paper which would contain
his maiden effort in journalism.
An overwhelming disappointment
awaited him. For, when he unfolded
the sheet, not a line of his production
could he find. After searching several
times through the sixteen pages of the
paper, the conviction was forced upon
him-it had been omitted.
He hastened to his uncle's office, for,
although it was Sunday morning, he
knew he should find hits there.
"My article hAs been omitted," he
His uncle surveyed the crest-fallen
countenance before him.
"Omitted? I haven't had tin.t to
glance at the paper yet-there's so
much of it-but it can't be possible."
"It is, though. Here's the paper;
look for yourself."
The proprietor glanced hastily over
"I never knew Bacon to do such a
thing before in all the sevei.teen Years
he's been on the paper."
"Where is he?"
"Home, I suppose; I haven't seen
him. Ring up the porter and find
The man reported that Mr. Bacor
had been in his office all nigh', "walk
in' up and down, sor, strafge-like. 1
axed him wor anyone after him, but
be said 'No,' kinder absent-minded
like, and wint on walkin' up and
Frederick Stanton dismissed the man.
His words had deepened the mystery.
"I can't understand this at all
Come, George, we will find out what it
At the door of the editorial office, a
haggard face confronted them. Mr.
Bacon silently ushered in his visitors
and closed the door.
"I sent you some stuff last night,
Bacon," said Frederick Stanton, "and
I've come to hear your explanation-if
you can give one-as to why you kept
The man addressed began to pace the
"It was about-a woman," he said,
-'Well, what of it?" demanded his su
perior. "Her name wasn't mentioned,
though it ought to have been, and if it
had een, is that any reason why you
should scruple to publish what I send
in? Yonu've never hesitated before over
such a trifle as a woman's reputation."
There was an ominous pause.
"We may as well understand one an
other first as last," the speaker contin
ued. "It will never do for an editor to
doubt the policy of an owner. Yoq
would be asking my reasons next. I
you are to presume to dictate to me, we
may as well sever our connections at
The man addressed staggered slight
ly. His face paled and a hunted look
came into his eyes.
"It was only a woman's reputation
that was at stake," he said, quietly,
"but the woman was-my wiferl--John
Howe Bargate in San Francisco Argo
Toee Shet eoes.
Old Mr. Johnson, familiarly known
as "Uncle Zeke," was so fond of his
--ppers as to have acquired the rep~its
tIon of being a "leetle anigh," but he
was alo fond of ereatue comforts.
t smetsees it taxed his Ingenuity to
reconeile these confieting tastes. The
citises of Milltown were noted for
getting up e.trtaiments of a social
and edible natre, called "subscription
partles" and Unele Bes was alibst
avtrviblyoneof the partspat Be
stisded hs deswie for esoomy. how
ever, b1astng ftor a sertain length .f
time beaareand. On oe oaesLes as
party weabnstilyjaqanqind in homer of
wsel tmapspletgsseathe edm, and
UaelE ste winIrmesd e the sair
_ tieemm of the very day eon
whitek the eatertainmeat wias to e
given. "Noa no," said the eld sma,
emphatisally. "I should love bean
hpp to go if you'd gint me mere
noetlc Yoa gln'raly ehargeabost foir
ties what i's wuth, amyway t if I
Asawa ne to git reor, I'g Rit
s t b s de.s t'ewtsi alMr a tt
£ev. Dr. Talmage Talks Upon the
8trnggles of God's Ohildren.
hevere Tests of Faith, Ia Whisk, it They
Strive Valiantly, Like Jaeob at Old
They Will Reeeive the DntIse
leing ast a iteward.
The following disconrst ohn "'he pitr
itual Conflicts of Life" was delivered by
Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage in the Brook
lyn tabernacle, being based on the text:
And Jacob was left alone: and there wres.
tied a man with him until the breaking of the
day. And when he saw that he prevailed not
against him, he touched the hollow of his
thigh; and the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out
of joint as he wrestled with him. And he said.
let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said,
I will not lot thee go except ,thou bless ae.
Genesis xxxlt. t-2t
The dust arose from a traveling herd
of cattle, and sheep, and 'goats, and
camels. They are the present that
Jacob sends to gain the good will of
his offended brother. That night Ja
cob halts by the brook Jabhok. But
there is no rest for the weary man. No
shining ladder to let the angels down
into his dream; but a fierce combat
that lasts until the morning, with an
unknown visitor. They each try to
throw the other. The unknown vis
itor, to reveal his superior power, by a
touch wrenches Jacob's thigh bone
from its socket, perhaps maiming him
for life. As on the morning sky the
clusters of purple cloud begin to ripen.
Jacob sees it is an angel with whom he
has been contending, and not one of
his brother's coadjutors. "Let me
go," cries the angel, lifting himself up
into incrersing light, "the day break
You see, in the first place, that God
allows good people sometimes to get
into a terrible struggle. Jacob was a
good man; but here he is left alone in
the midnight to wrestle witha tre
mendous influence by the brook Jab
bok. For Joseph, a pit; for Daniel, a
wild least den; for David, dethrone
ment and exile; for John the Baptist, a
wilderness diet and the executioner's
ax; for Peter, a prison; for Paul, ship
wreck; for John desolate Patmos; for
Vashti, most insulting cruelty;
for Josephine, banishment; for
Mrs. Sigourney, the agony of
a drunkard's wife; for John
Wesley, stones hurled by an infuriated
mob; for Catherine, the Scotch girl,
the drowning surges of the sea; for
Mr. Burns, the buffeting of the Mon
treal populace; for John Brown, of
Edinburgh, the pistol-shot of Lord
Claverhouse; for Hugh McKall, the
scaffold; for Latimer, the stake; for
Christ, the cross. For whom the rocks,
the gibbets, the guillotines, the thumb
screws? For the sons and daughters
of the Lord God Almighty. Some one
said to a Christian reformer: "The
world is against you." "Then," he re
plied, "I am against the world."
I will go further, and say that every
Christian has his struggle. This man
had his combat in wall street; this one
on Broad street; this one on Fulton
street; this one on Chestnut street; this
one on State street, this one on Lom
bard street; this one on the bourse.
With financial misfortune you have
had the midnight wrestle. Red-hot
disasters have dropped into your store
from loft to cellar. What you bought
you could not sell. Whom you trusted
fled. The help you expected would
not Some. Some giant panic, with
long arms and grip like death, took
hold of you in an awful wrestle, from
which you have not yet escaped, and
it is uncertain whether it will throw
you or you will throw it. Here is
another soul, in struggle with
some bad appetite. He knew
not how stealthily it was grow
ing upon him. One hour he woke up.
He said: "For the sake of my soul, of
my family, and my children, and of my
God I must stop this!" And behold he
found himself alone by the brook of
Jabbok; and it was mid-night. That
evil appetite seized upon him, and he
seized upon it, and oh, the horror of
the eonfet! When once a bad habit
has aroused itself up to destroy a man,
and the man has sworn that, by the
help of the eternal God, he will dtroy
it, all Heaven draws itself out in a
long line of light, to look from above,
and hell stretches itself in myrmidons
of spite to look up from beneath. I
have seen men rally themselves for
such a struggle; and they have bitten
their lip, and clenched their fists, and
cried with a blood-red earnestness and
a rain of scalding tears: "God help
From a wrestle with habit I have
seen men fall back defeated. Calling
for no help, but relying on their own
resolutions, they have come into the
struggle; and for a time it seemed as ii
they were getting the upper hand of
their habit; but that habit rallied
again its infernal power, and lifted a
soul from its standing, and with a
force borrowed from the pit, hurled
it into utter darkness. First, I saw
the auctioneer's mallet fall on the pic
tures and musical instruments, and
the rich upholstery of his family par
log. After awhile I saw him fall into
the ditch. Then, in the midnight,
when the children were dreaming their
sweetest dreams, and Christian house
holds are silent with slamber, aagel
watehed, I heard him give the sharp
shriek that followed the stab of his
own poiard. He tell from an honored
soelal position; he fell from a family
elrele of which one he was the grand
est attractiton; he fell from the housam
of God, at whose altars be had b'
eesateradt he fell-foever! But
thak Sod, I [have often seen a better
Z S than that. I heseenmen
fwee fyr sneh as rmg
-ll They laM boldof God's help as
the west teo salath TheI giLat
heUW awsld by the oap of emny
seaptathonease ost stronr and de
hakt They ellembed. These -ee
the writhings had diatortlcee of a
eafg struggle But the oM giant
begae to wasr and at last, In the
dneiaght nIeina wfth none bat Ged h
I Mit the fitls 1$im nt w'w'
*Vcwe m- 6.4, wb -,
the victory, through our Lor. Jesus
Christ" There is a widow's heart,
that first was desolated by bereave
ment, and sines, by the anxieties and
trials that came in the support of a
family. It is a sad thing to see
a man contending for a livelihood
tnder disadfantages; but to see a deli
cate woman, with helpless little ones
at her back, righting thegiants of pov
rty and sorrow is more afecting. It
Was a humble home, and paisersrby
knew not that within those four walls
were displays of courage more ad
mirable than that of Hannibal erose
ing the Alps, or the Pass of Ther
mopalae, or Balaklava, where "Into
the jaws of death rode the six hun
dred." These heroes had the whole
world to cheer them on, but there
were none to applaud the struggle in
the humble home. She fought for
bread, for clothing, for Are, for shel
ter, with aching head and weak side
and exhausted strength, through the
long night by the brook of Jab
bok. Could it be that none would
give her help? Had God forgotten to
be gracious? Not contending soul
The midnight air is full of wings, com
ing to the rescue. She hears it now,
in trhe sough of the night wind, in the
ripple of the brook Jabbok-the prom
ise made so long ago ringing down the
sky: "Thy fatherless children, I will
preserve them alive; and let the wid
ows trust in me!" Some one said to a
very poor woman: "How is it that in
such distress you keep cheerful?" She
said: "I do it by what I call cross
prayers When I had my rent to
pay and nothing to pay it with, and
bread to buy and nothing to buy
it with, I used to sit down and cry.
But now I do not get discouraged. If
I go along the street, when I come to
the corner of the street I say: 'The
Lord help me;' I then go on until I come
to another crossing of the street, and
again I say: 'The Lord help me!" And
so I utter a prayer at every crossing;
and since I have got into the habit of
saying these 'cross prayers' I have been
able to keep up my courage."
Learn again from this subject that
people sometimes are surprised to find
out that what they have been
struggling with in the darkness is
really an "angle of blessing." Jacob
found in the mofting that this strange
personage was not an enemy, but a
God-dispatched messenger to promise
prosperity for him and his children.
And so many a man, at the close of his
trial, has found out that he has been
trying to throw down his own blessing.
If you are a Christian mail, I will go
back in your history and find that the
grandest things that have ever hap
pened to you have been your trials.
Nothing short of scourging, imprison
ment and shipwreck could have mado
Paul what he was. When David was
through the wilderness, pursued by
his own son, he was being, prepared to
become the sweet singer of Israel. The
pit and the dungeon were the best
schoolsat Joseph ever graduated. The
hurricane that upset the tent and
killed Job's children prepared the man
of Uz to write the magnificent poem
that has astonded the ages. There is
no way to get the wheat out
of the straw but to thresh it.
There is no way to purify the
gold but to burn it. Look at the peo
ple who have always had it their own
way. They are proud, discontented,
useless and unhappy. If you want to
find cheerful folks, go among those
who have been purified by the fire.
After Rossini had rendered "Will
iam Tell" the five hundredth
time a company of musicians
came under his window in Paris
and serenaded him. They put upon
his brow a golden crown of laurel
leaves: But, amid all the applause and
enthusiasm. Rossini turned to a friend
and said: "* would give all this bril
liant scene for a few days of youth and
love." Contrast the melancholy feel
ing of Rossini, who had everything
that this world could give him, to the
joyful experience of Isaac Watts,whose
misfortunes were innumerable, when
The Hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the Heavesaly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry,
We are marching through Immanunel's ground.
To fairer worlds on high.
It is prosperity that kills, and trou
ble that saves. While theclsraelites
were on the march, amid great priva
tion and hardships, they behaved well.
After awhile they prayed for meat;
and the sky darkened with a gremt
fock of quails, and these quails fell il
large multitudes all about them; ar.d
the Israelites ate and ate, and stuffed
themselves until they died. Oh, my
friends, it is not hardship, or trial, or
starvation that injures the soul, but
abundant supply. It is not the vulture
of trouble that eats up the Christian
life; it is the quails! You will yet find
out that your midnight wrestle by the
brook Jabbok is with an angel of God,
come down to bless and save.
Learn again that, while our wrestling
with trouble may be triumphant, we
must expect that it will leave its mark
upon us. Jacob prevailed, but the
angel touched him and his thigh bone
sprang from its socket, and the good
man went limping Ai his way. We
mnust carry througP this world the
mark of the combat. What plowed
those premature wrinklesin your face?
What whitened your r hr before it was
time for frost? What salensed forever
so much of the hilarity of your hobse
hold? Ah! it is because tbe angel of
trouble hath touched yeo that you go
limping on yoar way. You need mot
be surprised that thse who hampassed
through the Ire do not feel as gay as
once they did.
Do not Ib.n at of pathees wlth thee.
who aem- aot mt of their despoea
dney. They wtrluaph arteir
less, sad yet their ait shall teotWu~,
bat they aie teIes rebl*amahe
Ai, we stelis, that w amasIsOwt,
see oradsle rid' at t a height eyes
and sweet SLpt O- me sta am
- asde ua ipese gareas .1 eart
wiso wu 5 s beand4 St ert*9- /iA'*
Iam.~p k 1*~~P~ m~r~
what we love best? Was LasaruI
mote dear to Him than our beloved
dead to ue? No We hae a right to
weep. Our tears must some. You
shall not drive them beok to scald the
beart They fan in'to God's bottle.
Amlited ones have died beumse they
coed not weep, Thank God for the
sweet, the mysterious dlief that
comes to us In tears! Under
this gentle rsin the dwers of
eorn put forth their bloom -God pi
that dry, withered, parched, aU-eo
suming grief that wrings its heads,
and grinds its teeth, and bites its nails
unto the quIek, but etia not weepl. We
may have found the eotsfort of the
Cross and yet ever after show that in
the dark night, and by tea brook Jab,
bok, we were trouble-touehed.
Again, we may take the idea of tah
text sad announce the appraceh of the
day-dawn. No one was ever more glad
to see the morning thea was Jacob
after that night of striagle. Itis ap
propriate for pbhlatnropt.e 8a1
Christians to oryont with this angel of
the text: "'The day breseth." The
world's prospectsare brightening; The
Church of Christ is rising up 4a tts
strength to go forth "faira the moon,
clear as the sun and terrible as sa
army with banners." Clap your hands,
all ye people, the day breaketh. The
Vgotries of the earth arpe perishg.
The time was when we were told that
itf we wanted to get to Heaven we
must be immersed or sprinkled; or we
must believe in the perseveraner of the
saints, or in falling sway from graes,
or a liturgy or no liturgy; or they
must be Calvinists, or Arminians, ia
order to reach Heaven. We have all
come to confess now that these are
non-eseentials in religion.
Daring my vacation, one summer, f
was in a Presbyterian audience, and it
was sacramental day, and with grate
ful heart I received the holy com
munion. On the next Sabbath I was
in a Methodist chureh, and sat at a
love feast. On the following Sabbath
I was in an Episcopal church, and
knelt at the altar and received the
consecrated bread. I do not ,know
which service I enjoyed the most. "I
believe in the communion of saints
and in life everlasting." "The day
As I look upon this audience, I see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In God's name I proclaim
cessation of hostilities. You shall not
go always saddened- and heart.
broken. God will lift your burden. God
will bring your dead to life. God
will stanch the heart'sblessing. I know
He will. Like as a .father pities his
children, so the Lord pities you. The
pains of earth will end. The tombwill
burst. The dead will rise. The morn
ing star trembles on a brightening sky.
Thegates of the east begin to swing
open. The day breaketh.
Luther and Melanethon were talk.
ing together gloomily about the pros
pects of the church. They could see
no hope of deliveranee. After awhile
Luther got up and said to Melanethon:
"Come, Philip, let us sing the forty
sixth psalm of David; 'God is our
refug and strength, a very present
help U trouble. Therefore will not
we fear, though the earth is moved,
and though the mountains be carried
into the midst of the sea; though the
waves thereof roar and be trolgled;
though the mountains shake with the
swelling thereof. Selah.' "
Death to many, nay to all, is a
struggle and a wrestle. We have
many friends that it will be hard to
leave. I care not how bright our
future hope is. It is a bitter thing to
look upon this fair world and know
that we shall never again see
Its blossoming spring, its fall
ing fruits, its sparkling streams,
and to say farewell to those
with whom we played in child
hood or counseled in manhood. In that
night, like Jacob, we may have to
wrestle, but God will not leave us un
blessed. It shall not be told in Heaven
that a dying soul, cried unto God for
help, but was not delivered. The lat
tice may be turned to keep out the sun,
or a book set to dim the light of the
midnight taper; or the room may he
filled with the cries of orphanage sad
widowhood; or the ehurch of Christ
may mourn over our going; but if
Jesuns calls, all is well. The strong
wrestling by the brook will cease; the
hour of death's night will pass along;
one o'clock in the morning; two o'clock
in the morning; four o'elock in 'the
morning; the day breaskethb
So I would have it when I die. I am
in no haste to be gone. I have no
gradge against this world. The only
fault I have to find with the world is
that it treats me too well, but when
the time comes to go I trust to be
ready, my worldly sfEatre all settled. If
I have wronged others I want, then,
to be sure of their forgivenesss In
that last wrestling, my arm enfeebled
with siekness, and my head faint, I
want Jesus beside me. If there be
hands on this aide of the flood stretched
out to hold me back, I want the Bear
enly hands stretched out to draw
me forward. Then, O Jesus, help
me on and help me up. Unfearing, ma
doubting, may I steprightout Into the
light, and be able to look baek to my
kindred and friends who would detain
me here, exelaimiar Let me go-let
me go! the day breaketh
It is not always true that one must
say just wathe thinks To say what
one does not thin is always wreang.
Togive fullespsrsslop te ems's thoght,
may be, under eartain eienmuaseassa
asres duty. but under other reamn
ataea is rank ssirabs Arolugh
hey. whl. ri to ustiy his ceadu
by the sssrtion, " lt hststampkshlm
sasply deisdald tha hearesd mesier
hi bwa Irtrtdhm that fe the e
las of his amenSp on. Pheple whe
aks irrtne of their seauritpsems
timee uaeenseiuetl * i ssuem in ta
...-8 n.dh -ep.L-Daitad Pr. ,
terian. _ _ _
-God ish vermmoer thkrv
IICr C F9*iC
--A Food a s aO s er° fle r iº
age is to pick e s i aiek l it
ays a plate on it, eldurr
en tihe plat ai~* sti P
until thoegh htdtbuW .
grease sear out at .1 th& fiseýl
lirely cover the ptate* 5'WadV the
weight when yeo taler ih iph
even, leaving the is' team em
the p ate, and thusL.Se ft s.
-Sagietb Pleew AlWs~ Tv
peeads mec of breadIM" '01,00
*41. HISM brows !ages
p6), and currants; o fp f slIp d
slie eitron, fEr ~crad tl al
eggs, oo tableopoemtal atir. t e
j.ld sad l grtd rnasd tr sM "w
Mix eaal the fruit theer'bLy..thw ald"
thoe sp a milkn sad henref the
re ill the bowts wea full,
coeUr with eloths tied over t , %d
boil steadbly egt hhourm wou
ed for use bol ea hoser. It will p
an winter.-Gaob uees epieg.
--Cream PleOrast: I hve aever - sen
a recipe for arakin pie-crust with
cream, so 1will gio ise, which is
bealthy and easlyr digested. sla
quicker made than with butter or lard,
which meet farmers' wives will apr
date. Take ag muh rich soar parre
as will be needed for the piedosgbye
are going to make, add soda to make
light, but not quite as mesh as for bis.
cult; mix a s ti as ean be handled and
roll the noder east not too this, as it
is crip and brittle when baleod and also
good.-Farm. Field sad Firesid
-Snowed Eggs: est the whites of
sti eggs to a stiff froth with two table
spoonfuls of powdered sugar. weetea
and Savor to taste a pint of milk; set
over the fire and when it reaches the
bbiling point drop in the beaten whites,
spoaful by spoonful, taking them out
as soon a they set and laying i a
glass dish Remove the milk to on
side of the Are and when it ools a lit
tIe stir in the beaten yolks very slow.
ly. As soon as this becomes thick
pour over the snowed eggs sad serve
immediately, that they may be eaten
-Pleplant Shortcake: To one quart
of sour add one-half a teaspoon of'salt,
and one scant teaspoon of soda; sift
flour three times, and then rub into it
two tablespoons of lard or nice drip
pings: add sour milk or buttermilk un
til ita like bisclit dough. Divide it
into two portions, roll them a littl
thinner than biscuits, and place one
above the other oa a tin, lightly
spreading the lower one with butter,
so they will separate easily. When
baked, separate the layers, and be
tween them and on top. spread hot
-Orange Charlotte: Line the sides of
a border mold carefully with greased
paper. Weigh five eggs, take their
weight in sugar and half their weight
in four. Beat the yolks of the eggs
thoroughly, add the sugar and beat
again. Add the grated rind of half a
Mediterranean orange and a table
spoonful of the ulice. Add the whites
beaten to a stiff froth and then stir in
the flour gradually and thoroughly.
Pour the cake mixture into a mold and
bake in a moderate oven. When cold
turn out upon the dish in which it is to
be served. Fill the center of the eake
with whipped cream flavored with
orange and a tablespoonful of mara
schino, or two tablespoonfulsof sherry
Serve with a border. of whipped cream.
JEWELRY AND SILVERWARE.
ashloem ads ad Novertlts Now ees
In the Shoep.
Huge twisted silver rings are made of
Enamel tablets pre the latest devel
opment ifr the chatelaine.
New loving cups have spiral handles;
these are very ornamentaL
Graceful watering pots of silver are
to be used as vases for flowers.
Prince of Wales feathers in silver are
entering a bid for popularity.
The wreath as pin and chatelaine is
putting on new learvs for the spring.
Standards of perforated silver are
made to hold fan sreens for lamp or
A new silver key ring is a key with
a handle large enough to hold other
The chameleon, which in its live state
has been the latest fad, is seen now in
Oval platinum sleeve buttos, highly
polished, with a raised broken edge of
gold, are new and chaste.
Perforated silver balls in Indian
worhkmanship are seen on Ireory ring
and are intended to amuse the baby.
Silver cribbage bouds are bshown with
small drawers for the cards Silver
cheeker boards hare red and blue
sLpses for cheekers.
In England the new Orduer of the
Opal, a soeiety designed to discourage
superstition, will doubtles give new
voguel to the stone, wheh is its badge.
The sword will keep its popularity
for the next season. None of the new
swordsare prettler than those with the
twisted enamel handle All swords f
valne should have a guad. Tbhe hilt
makes them top heavy, sad they easlyj
come out without some presatlon.
It is safe to say that the life of th
man who cearries a ombrella nw
prominently exhibited dll not b
worth having. It has a hadle o
monated gold. Arount this a snake
is wound, whose Oye is a tremenrdo,
solitaire dismod. 4aeirstr sgreat di
mnd is mak tn the top of tis handle.
The errule is at golda d thises a
large diamond ut elw the silk.
Quen Vitoteria might easny ieh a
umiella when she gop sheppiag, bet
even she wald need tb guarse as a
eswa to keep way thieves ad send
When tdain fastleM s fr tidrek s
meat bea rtithed al aromad esamp ,
s asp srt of tesla.aseb I *l'r n.
ar rip a hole te wsa#oiiAt...w the
taele aee whis newer a bit
Io-O w"ibbrllgr is br
ft" lwbe Age~*p es"-e V
,h I sa h ltok c ie da
.- it ** ****st sI-a.W
-An Ohiamg, l desit bahr tos-.
Live eeig tees w ek. R w- not
eMsety a eev seise, but ;m e .
_ Sodud Lttneaneut-,Naaes City
t-h ep't-"Ps rr tlw taM
arno. Yer dow. s to tttd
piasibe. Hle has no qulek. Re's s
bome ygeur b" W
-Vnhrh OgnaIit t (to 0pliet6 ftor
po ehtits of orngaa pmpe)l-"Hlive yo
ver ehad say experies?" Appeenait
"Well. ratr. I aed to be a ar lkma."
-4jh ey-"Mamma, this take slips
down rn." Mamma-"Why do yoa
ay it slips deant Johany-" Why,
-"Tl kett nave't gotaes. I tras l
em my fefs," s the tough passenger.
"I'l havs tb peach it, then." said the
cosandtor, calmly. (Bt ), "I reskon
the coapany won't kick cm my k hoek
ing down that fare!"
-"-'o you tbhink," said Willie f'qb
luaton, "that it actually barts a man
to be hit with one of Oapid's ereia?"
'"No," ep1ed Belle pperton. "As a
rule, he merely becames selese tor a
-"I as 't believe that Circos people
are half rgiddy as the average per
son thinks." iCertainly ant Whret
will you find a more steady, welh-al
aneed character than the tight-rope
walker?"-n disanapolis Journal.
-Lawyer--"When were yo born?"
Witness-"I can't tell yena. Y-o' told
me awhile ago that I must only my
what I knew myselft, and at whist I
heard other people my. I didn't look
at the asbanae when I was her."
-A certain debatitg scnes- die
cossting the guestion s to is the
angrier-the husband who goes home
and fads that the dianner is not stady,
or the wife wt has dinner eady anad
whose hausband does not eabe hopse.
It is believed that the debate will dal
ft a draw.-Worthlngton's Vap alne -
-'Perhaps the worstembarramments
of children ome pwheoi theybeg to re
ceive formal invitations sad Aeve to
answer thesta Young Jismys wait
much grieved when, after he had
struggled for an hour with this reply
to an invitation, his mother actually
laughed at it: "Mr. James Northup
declines with pleasue Miss Dorothy
Huntington's invitation for the lad,
sad thanks her extremely for htavl
given him the opportunity to do so
Boston Transcript '
IN ROUGH GARS.
Gameie Hiumaity Dtme Up in a laM
You wouldn't think of going to the
county jail for comfort, would you?"
On the last visiting day at the jail a
very hungry-looking fellow presented
himself at the cage. He wated to
see William Jones, locked up for bur
"Wilram Jones I" yelled the attend
ant in the corridor, anad a wel-fbd,
husky fellow came forward, his fees
alight with pleased anticipation.
"Bello, Jim," hec ried, poking ithe
tip of his little A anger thsugh the
"Hello. Bill," was the warm re
spouse, as the visitor touched the end
of the member presented. "orry they
"'Sorry myself, but rU- get out of it'
"Sure. Don't my uncle hustle the
votes in that precint?"
"Can't you git bail?"
"Yea, but I don't wat none. All I
want is to wait I won't never be
brought tq triaL I ain't worrying
none. Good feed, nothing t o de-that's
more than some people has."
4It's more than I have," ad Jim,
"Yon don't look very ush"
"I sin't "
"Ho, Mr. Price," called WJilli
Jontas. "Give thimtan say baskt out
there in the cage, will you?"
"Your basket?" asked the kep
keeper. "What'sIn it?"
'Oh, a whole lot of grub-I
know what. Me girl btohgbt it_
to-day sad it sin't been pawmed
Give it to him, Mr. Price. Heeaeds
and I don't"
Kind Ben Price ploked at the
glar f riead for a moment, t
onlyloeg enough to realise the
situation sad then pleked out
prope basket and gave It to flim. -~
"Thank you, Bill," said the vid*
"I'l do as much for you some dev.'¶
"I hope so," said Dill. A
touched esek agaln sd pan iSd t
Estegel, in the depr u he
eastern Pyresees, heas cimajt;lboat
ifty professed soarchis k It*e
something after the fa o the
menks of the Theblmd. 1 aTver do
any work except to cii esuough.
vietuels to enable them , euinti .sy
have taken rows newer tA eary, ea4
keep away from fear society sits'
gether; they do 3at4 go taveara they
dresasinmp y, awl are kits etotletly
ine ai thslr habitb patis mads
adecestas th"'w y 5s.dad4ld
reom..-e tloe d
BilkS- yew' lad 9
than your iwo
chsetalg 5ev belt sa :ah as